Home

Inside no wonders could ever happen
Always repeated, embedded in walls
Home, home, home

Unless it's carried you won't float in it
No signs of holes in, but feels like sinking
Home, home, home

When you bloom I never bloom with you
Your bloom means I never think about you
Oh bloom alone

Let me put you under the sun
So you get all crunchy and warm, oh
I bite you crunch



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Michael Panzica
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